Jeff put his last box in the wall after hearing lunch break called over the intercom. He nodded to the second shift guy who would be covering his truck while he was on lunch.

“That big stop is coming up, Kline. Watch how high you’re stacking the liquids,” he cautioned on the way out of the truck.

“Okay,” Kline answered with little indication he’d heard a word.

Jeff sighed. He expected the truck to be a disaster by the time he returned in a half hour. As he made the long walk down the warehouse floor toward the break room, he found himself wincing at nearly every load he observed. The latest crop of new hires were terrible.

All he could do was do his job right, and hope that the few decent loaders who didn’t wash out stayed instead of bidding into other positions as soon as they were eligible.

Jeff knew he wouldn’t get any peace and quiet in the break room, so he grabbed his phone from the locker and headed out to the car. The phone bombarded him with alerts, catching up on the two and a half hours it had remained in airplane mode in his locker.

He swiped most of the alerts away but opened a message string from his roommate and fuck-buddy Cassie. She’d sent a picture of an attractive blonde with big tits and asked if he’d seen her around. He immediately recognized her as the girl from the bar the night before.

He responded to her text, “Saw her last night at the bar after work. Trying hard to get my attention.”

Her next message read, “I knew it. I pissed the bitch off, and she has a reputation for trying to fuck boyfriends as revenge.”

“And she thinks we’re dating,” he typed. “Knew something felt off about her.”

“Feel like turning the tables on her?” Cassie asked.

“What do you have in mind?”

Cassie’s plan was deliciously evil, and the thought of it lifted his spirits through the rest of the day.

Jeff blindly fumbled to unlock the door to his apartment. Mercedes was busy squeezing his dick and shoving her tongue into his mouth. It hadn’t taken much more than offering to buy little miss Mercedes a drink to set things in motion. He’d confirmed without a doubt that those big tits were real even before leaving the bar. According to Cassie, the rumor was that the pussy was pretty good.

He was about to find out.

She yanked his shirt free of his pants almost as soon as he closed the door and then started tearing at her top. Jeff whipped his shirt over his head, tossed it on the back of the couch, and then reached into his pocket for his phone. He was careful not to touch the screen or the power button as he sat it down on the end table next to the couch. Cassie’s response to his prepared text saying he was taking Mercedes home could give everything away.

Mercedes let those tits loose, and he grabbed a double handful of the pendulous globes. He had no trouble lifting one to suck her nipple while she went to work on his pants. Jeff stepped on the heels of his shoes one after the other, and by the time he’d kicked them aside, Mercedes was stroking his erection.

He was hardly upset when she pulled her nipple out of his mouth, kicked off her heels, and dropped to her knees. Jeff gathered up her blonde hair into a makeshift ponytail as she slathered her tongue all over his cock. She was looking up into his eyes as she licked him, and it was sexy as hell.

He groaned when she corralled the head of his cock with her tongue and slipped it into her mouth. Even if her primary goal was getting under Cassie’s skin, she was putting in some serious effort. She was sucking hard, going deep, and maintaining eye contact.

A mischievous glint appeared in those eyes just before she swallowed him. Jeff’s fingers tightened in her hair as she held him deep in her throat for a few seconds before slowly sliding her lips back up the shaft.

She was definitely a talented little homewrecker.

Mercedes gasped once he popped from between her lips, and she jerked his slobber-covered dick with one perfectly manicured hand. “You like that?”

“Fuck yes,” he growled.

“Ever been deep-throated before?”

He shook his head, but it was a lie. Cassie was actually no slouch in that department herself. He suspected the fib would encourage Mercedes to double down. A crooked smile spread across her face.

He was right.

Jeff’s fingers tightened in her hair as she swallowed his cock and croaked around it. He pulled on her head - but not hard enough to genuinely restrain her. She stayed with her nose pressed into his crotch until he released the pressure, and then jerked away with a loud gasp.

His cock throbbed hard in her grasp as she sniffled, swallowed, and blinked the tears out of her eyes. It had been a while since Cassie had been in the mood for rough stuff, and he was going to take full advantage of the opportunity with Mercedes.

The busty blonde looked up at him with obviously put-upon pleading in her eyes once she’d caught her breath. He played along, fisted his fingers in her hair, and tugged. Mercedes let out an impressively pathetic-sounding whimper just before his dick vanished in her mouth again.

Jeff growled as she bobbed her head in short strokes - choking and gagging on his cock. He put a little more pressure on the back of her head, but it was still insufficient to actually force her to suck him. She was easily able to pull back once after a particularly loud gag, catch her breath, settle her stomach, and dive back down.

Thick globs of spit were dribbling down his balls by the time she suddenly slapped her hands against his legs and pushed. He let her go, because the gag that accompanied her sudden, panicked action sounded particularly urgent and real.

Mercedes sat back on her heels to cough, swallow, and whimper. Thick slobber dangled from her lips and chin. His cock was covered in it. Tear trails glistened on her cheeks. She looked every inch the face-fucked slut.

“God damn, that was fucking hot,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair.

She sniffled one last time, and then offered him a smug smile.

Jeff growled and said, “Come here,” while slipping his right hand under her arm. As she gathered her feet under her, he grabbed her tit in his free hand and squeezed. Once she was standing, he lifted her nipple to his mouth, slid his other hand down her body, and started bunching up her skirt.

Mercedes moaned while running her hand over his back and her fingers through his hair. Once he’d lifted her skirt out of the way, he discovered that was the only barrier. She wasn’t wearing panties.

“Mmm hmm,” she moaned when he slipped a finger between her nether lips.

She was soaking wet. There was no way to know whether it was more about the thrill of fucking someone else’s man than straight-up arousal, but it didn’t really matter. She was turned on, and the way she was humping against his finger suggested she was ready to fuck.

“So, am I getting more than a finger?” she asked, confirming it.

Mercedes let out a little yelp when he spun her around, but moaned and wiggled her ass as he bent her over the coffee table.

Jeff smacked her ass with his cock a couple of times, and then took aim at her wet heat. A surprised-sounding grunt from Mercedes was immediately followed by a long moan as he buried his cock inside her. He growled when he hit bottom, because that pussy was tight, and she knew how to work it. She clenched her intimate muscles, proving it could get even tighter.

She’d demonstrated a desire for it so far, so he risked a mild slap of her ass as he pulled back to thrust again.

“Harder!” she demanded.

Jeff glanced up at the security cam in the corner of the room and smiled before giving her what she wanted.

Mercedes shrieked when his hand came down with a resounding smack on her ass just as his balls tapped against her. The sounds hadn’t even faded when he lifted his other hand and gave her a matching smack on the opposite cheek.

“Yes! Spank me. I’m a bad girl,” she said while bending just a bit more to further emphasize her gorgeous ass.

She wasn’t lying, but he didn’t follow through on that immediately. Instead, he pulled his hand off her hip as if to do so, and saw her butt tighten in anticipation. He let his fingers settle on her skin once more, but the moment her buttocks relaxed, he suddenly gave her ass the hardest slap yet.

Her shocked scream brought an evil grin to his lips.

Jeff kept his thrusting hips at a steady pace, and randomly spanked her. The way her pussy squeezed around him with every fall of his hand provided even more incentive to smack her ass. In no time at all, her butt was rosy from the abuse, but the disappointed grunts she let out every time he waited a little too long between spanks left little doubt that it was what she wanted.

May as well see just how kinky she is, he thought. He slammed his cock home, which resulted in a smack of colliding flesh and a yelp from her. He then leaned forward and grabbed a handful of hair. He pulled, but only with a symbolic level of strength.

She pulled in the opposite direction, so he obliged her with a growl. Jeff grabbed a second handful of hair and pulled back on her head.

Mercedes squealed when he kicked up the pace and fucked her hard - using her hair as handlebars. Loud claps sounded from his legs slamming into her ass, which jiggled from the shockwaves. He could see her big tits swinging violently as he rocked her body. His grunts of effort provided a counterpoint to her cries and whimpers.

“You like getting fucked like a whore, don’t you?” he asked in a deep rumbling voice.

Mercedes shouted, “Yes!”

Jeff buried his cock inside her and pulled her hair even harder, forcing her to lift her hands from the table and straighten. As soon as it was within reach, he snapped an arm around her and grabbed her right breast hard. He then let go of her hair, cupped a hand behind her knee, and forced her foot up onto the table. That same hand then slid between her legs.

She sucked in a sharp gasp that emerged as a wail when he started rapidly frigging her clit.

Jeff growled in her ear, squeezed that big tit, and fucked her hard.

Mercedes screamed in a voice that sailed up and down in pitch, “Yes! Fuck meee!”

“You ready to come?” he asked between grunts of effort.

“Yes!”

“You want to come? Beg for it,” he said while still ravaging her body.

She cried, “Yes! Please make me c-come!”

Jeff pounded her pussy for a few more seconds, then slammed into her balls deep and left it there. He growled from how good her pussy felt, but resisted the temptation to finish up. Instead, he said, “Then work for it,” and pulled out of her.

Mercedes let out the most deliciously pathetic whimper when he left her empty.

He sat down on the couch with his pussy-slick cock throbbing in angry denial, but he didn’t have to wait long. Mercedes dropped her foot from the table and turned. To his delight, she knelt on the floor and started licking her pussy cream from his dick.

“Your pussy taste good?” he asked.

“Mmm hmm,” she responded without stilling her tongue.

“Then clean it all up,” he said. He pushed his cock upright with the thumb of his right hand, and put his left hand on the back of her head.

Mercedes let out an alarmed-sounding whimper as she bent down to engulf him. Though his hand was actually just along for the ride, anyone watching could easily mistake it for forcing her. He tightened his fingers in her hair as she repeatedly swallowed him to the hilt - making glock-glock sounds.

Finally, after holding him in her throat for several seconds, her lips tightened around him and she slowly sucked her way back to the tip. Her eyes were once again misty, and tears decorated her cheeks, marring her makeup. When she released him with a wet pop, a curtain of saliva drooled over his twitching organ.

Mercedes sniffed hard, pouted, and said, “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please let me come.”

He didn’t respond, but did turn and recline on the couch. She quickly stood - revealing knees that were red from kneeling - and pushed her skirt off.

Jeff offered her an evil grin and knitted his fingers behind his head.

Clad in only her little ankle socks, Mercedes lifted a leg, straddled him, and immediately reached for his spit-slathered cock. He couldn’t hold back a growl when she sat down on his dick and buried it in her tight pussy.

She wasn’t messing around. As soon as her pussy lips kissed the root of his cock, she shifted her feet, gripped the back of the couch for balance, put her other hand to work on her clit, and started bouncing - hard.

There was no denying how sexy she was. Her ass slapped against his legs. He could hear the sound of his cock plunging into her soaked pussy, and her fingers thrumming over her clit. They were practically a blur between her legs. Her big tits bounced and clapped together. She grunted and whimpered in a combination of pleasure and effort.

“Oh, I need to come,” she pleaded.

“Told you that you’re going to have to work for it,” he responded with his hands still resting behind his head.